Final Experiment ?

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I growled and grabbed Pietros wrist, he let out a surprised huff, yet said nothing as he followed me. We had to find a good hiding spot, somewhere not indoors, somewhere where we could possibly, jump off the ship if needed. “okay, okay what's going on? Hey, what happened back there?” I could hear slight panic in his voice as he followed me.

We got odd looks, considering I was to be blind. But we were caught anyways, there's no need to keep playing this madness.
“what, really? They are liars?” “where'd you hear that from?” “has anyone called the police yet?” silent voices made me confident in my theories, we got caught.

Outside, I pulled Pietro between the large boxes. His confused expression made me almost groan, why couldn't he just listen what was going on around us. He was so oblivious to what was happening, only to understand when four deckhands rushed past the cargo boxes, mumbling about finding the two criminals.

“oh.” Pietros eyes widened a she pulled me lower, ducking as his eyes flickered around us, making sure no one spotted us. “oh” I raised an eyebrow at him “oh for fucks sake. What are we gonna do.” he mumbled as he desperately tried to think of something.

I knew a way to get off this ship.

I just wasn't sure did Pietro know what to do. He quieted down when a voice announced from the speakers. “Funske Berkenbosch and Joey Jaager, please come to captains office on level six.” my eyes landed on Pietro as he snorted. “what are we, in school?”

I didn't even stop to think on his nonsense talk anymore. Besides, I wasn't sure he even knew what he was talking about.

I could sense his hidden fear and anxiety as the commotion on deck rised. It was obvious more people were coming outside, their eyes tarting between the possible hideouts. Because everyone knew that by now, we should have shown our faces. I could sense their excitement and fear, someone had gotten proof that we weren't Funske and Joey.

And that meant we had probably already been reported to people whoever dealt with laws. “—what to do, what to do, what to do—” I turned to Pietro, closing my eyes for a second.

I thought about it, thought about it hard. Tried to force myself to change, to be the beast I was made to be. To a monster I was turned into. I concentrated, trying to find that flicker of pain in my spine that could possibly turn me into that large, dangerous creature that could do much damage and always lusted for blood. Only to find out that I couldn't, I could only control my claws, but not my ability to change.

I gritted my teeth, thinking over the way heavy wings on my shoulders felt like, how the scales would crawl up my skin during the change. It didn't work. I couldn't change.

I gulped, feeling the sweat on my forehead because I too, was afraid. My fear had different reasons than Pietro. I couldn't completely understand it, that utmost anxiety that came with thoughts of speaking. But I had to, because I had feeling that Pietro didn't know what I was capable of. I needed to get him off this ship, he couldn't go back.

I opened my mouth, trying to control the shaking of my hands I clasped them behind my back. I could feel the cold, salty air in my throat as I sucked in breath, trying to make my vocal chords work.

Hearing the breath of intake, Pietros head snapped at me with startling speed, his eyes wide, expecting. He ignored the commotion as he crouched lower, his eyes searching mine. “come on, what is it?” his voice was gentle and encouraging as he urged me to speak, he kept his distance, which I appreciated.

I gulped, not understanding why was I so afraid of speaking. I knew it was just Pietro, they couldn't do anything to me. They wouldn't know at the moment, Pietro wouldn't tell them. Pietro isn't like that. He's good.